Some have been seeing me moving around a lot – almost a whole lifetime. But no one knows how long I have stayed. Actually it’s always been about staying. Even though the price was high at times, I am proud to say today… I stayed. I stayed.
That distant call. Subtle, blending with the sound of winds. Don’t move until that surface becomes still. Like a mirror of the heavens above. Can you hear it? Can you see it? Just sense it.
The footprints got washed away long ago, by too many waves. No need for remembrance. Coming and going like the seasons suits Her well.
Almost like a whisper, that distant call. Like electricity that night, when you passed me by. Been holding my breath ever since. The way you touched me – without ever touching me.
Not of this world, the way silence holds it all. Way beyond the realm of words. Everyday passes as if nothing has happened. But we know, everything is changing.
Moving to the music. Spinning around, raising hands up in the air. The way She sees. The way She knows. The way She never left, and stayed through it all.
No ones clown. Nothing but a heroine. Just a different kind of playground. Takes another kind of bravery. Maybe sometimes bent. Never ever broken.
That distant call, a heart still beating. Like a spring in this misty autumn. A world of turmoil. Can we breathe now… May we find some peace tonight.